User blog comment:Llamao/The Underground/@comment-3474228-20120628052220/@comment-2207385-20120630220409

Razorclaw looked around his hazy dream, he knew it was a dream and nothing more as both his eyes where back, something he never had since his childhood, the violence did not bother him, he had been born into violence and death, nothing he hadn't seen, but that shadowying figure, that thing that made others cower and flee, was something diffferent, he tried to make sense of the dream, of anything as much as he could.